"Nobody panic! Hold formation and keep working!" he roared, trying to sound composed.
But as the second and third stone pillars fell, the situation took a sudden, bizarre turn.
A faint, ethereal song suddenly echoed in everyone's mind.
The melody was ethereal and ephemeral, unlike anything of this world. It held an indescribable allure, like a siren's call beckoning a weary traveler home.
"What's that sound... It's so beautiful..."
A soldier operating a cutting saw suddenly stopped, a captivated smile spreading across his face.
"Hey! Wang Sanpao! What the fuck are you doing? Get back to work!" his teammate yelled over the channel.
The soldier called Wang Sanpao didn't respond. He just smiled dazedly as he piloted his Mecha, slowly turning around.
He raised his high-frequency particle cutting saw, aiming it at the teammate who had just been yelling at him.
"Wang Sanpao! Are you crazy!?"
The teammate screamed in terror, but it was too late.
PSHCHT!
